Wonders what happens when good ol' Mr. J. Daniels and Hard Mike visit on Xmas eve...
I didn't want to make the obligatory xmas post, but here it goes anyway...
MERRY fucking CHRISTMAS.
There. Happy?
Anywhoo. I had a good night last night. I hung out with Stacey at the town center and I learned some things about how family gatherings work, 18 years too late...but c'mon, at least I learned.
Last night I let go of my "Oh man, xmas is so stupid so I'm just going to sit in the corner, sulk, and make a statement about how I'm so fucking different while everyone else pretends they have a good time" attitude and I actually joined the festivities [with a little help from Mr. Daniels and Hard Mike xD] I had a lot of fun, I mingled, drank, passed out presents at midnight and all that jazz. I actually dressed up too, maybe you'll get [un]lucky and I'll post a picture from last night, so you can see my boobs hanging out of my top, yes.
Anyway. I think my makeup looks way better this morning because I slept with it on, I look hot right now.
So I've been thinking, and I'm really scaring myself because the thoughts I've been thinking aren't what I should be thinking about at this age...I think. I really want a kid...like right now. I know it's irrational and stupid and I've never go so far as to actually go through with it...but I really want one. I don't know, it's weird. I keep dreaming about it and whenever I see a baby I really want to hold it, and I swoon over baby clothes and bladdy blah blah. It's really creeping me out. And, NO, I'm not pregnant. How do I know? I'm not screwing anyone. That's how. But yeah, I don't know. Grawr. I'll shut up now.
Merry Xmas fools.
<3
Yay. Me dressed up....for once.
Doesn't Beba look excited ?!
My -cough cough- Metrosexual -cough cough- brother.
Self explanatory.
Yay >
MERRY fucking CHRISTMAS.
There. Happy?
Anywhoo. I had a good night last night. I hung out with Stacey at the town center and I learned some things about how family gatherings work, 18 years too late...but c'mon, at least I learned.
Last night I let go of my "Oh man, xmas is so stupid so I'm just going to sit in the corner, sulk, and make a statement about how I'm so fucking different while everyone else pretends they have a good time" attitude and I actually joined the festivities [with a little help from Mr. Daniels and Hard Mike xD] I had a lot of fun, I mingled, drank, passed out presents at midnight and all that jazz. I actually dressed up too, maybe you'll get [un]lucky and I'll post a picture from last night, so you can see my boobs hanging out of my top, yes.
Anyway. I think my makeup looks way better this morning because I slept with it on, I look hot right now.
So I've been thinking, and I'm really scaring myself because the thoughts I've been thinking aren't what I should be thinking about at this age...I think. I really want a kid...like right now. I know it's irrational and stupid and I've never go so far as to actually go through with it...but I really want one. I don't know, it's weird. I keep dreaming about it and whenever I see a baby I really want to hold it, and I swoon over baby clothes and bladdy blah blah. It's really creeping me out. And, NO, I'm not pregnant. How do I know? I'm not screwing anyone. That's how. But yeah, I don't know. Grawr. I'll shut up now.
Merry Xmas fools.
<3
Yay. Me dressed up....for once.
Doesn't Beba look excited ?!
My -cough cough- Metrosexual -cough cough- brother.
Self explanatory.
Yay >